Why do we do it -- remember the things we did NOT do rather than the things we did well? Your mom undoubtedly loved you and knew how much you loved her. That's what I prefer to think about my relationship with my mom who died in '66 at the age of 49. I miss Mommy sooooo much. Our moms taught us well.

I dunno, Bonnie. Maybe it's my catholic background... self-flagellating and forever doing penance. Although, my brain asks what is the good in that? Done is done. Yes, she did love me. She was a good, good mom to all of us kids.

Although, I'll probably never stop wishing we'd had more time together.Now, I'm gonna go ponder the good stuff. Thanks, dear.

I haven't changed at all?? ha! You sweet thing, you.I went through a huge box of old photos (the one here was the first one on top)the other day and I have a feeling I'll be sharing more of them over time. I can show you several faces of Jean.d;-)